gen_drabble challenge 1: beginning

[gentle_edgar]

“Once,” John’s mother says, languid in the summer heat, “in the days almost before there was sun or moon, the elves looked up at the stars and dreamed. Discontented with their houses of wood and stone and dirt, they set themselves to build a city of nothing but air and solid light, with a few polished bones to give her shape.

“They built her out on the deep ocean, that she might not be bound to the sullen earth, and when they finished, she flew.”

“Did she really?” asks John.

“Yes, really,” says his mother. “And they called her Atlantis.”